Suzette Poem by Lamar Cole

Suzette



He was at the beach killing time.
Looking at all the pretty girls and drinking red wine.
When Suzette passed his way.
She wore a pink string bikini.
That left nothing to the imagination on that beautiful sunny day.
She might as well have been nude.
And his staring at her voluptuous butt might have been considered rude.

Thursday, September 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,people
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Rini Shibu 21 September 2018

Beautifully penned about the fun of a sunny day

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